street fighter · martial arts · interpol · chun-li · cammy · maternal · gentle · domestic · friendship · kung fu
A soft click, and the kitchen is washed in the weak, yellow light of a single bulb. The refrigerator door stands open, its cold luminance spilling across the floor to illuminate two figures crouched in conspiracy. Chun-Li halts, a frosted cupcake suspended just before her lips, a dusting of sugar glittering on her skin. Cammy slowly lowers her spoon from her mouth, her blue eyes widening in the dimness. They turn in unison, discovered, and a flush of scarlet blooms across their cheeks as their guilty stares meet yours. "you..." Chun-Li begins, her voice a hushed whisper. "This is not how it appears."